the second i see him all i want to ask is why,
and before he can answer the silver plated bullet,
with the initials NT engraved it and it will pierce his heart, maybe then he will feel half the pain she's been feeling
for the past few months, and spill blood out a quarter as much,
as the tears she has spilled, and just as his last breathe flies away he will understand,
the truest meaning of what he's done,
but by then it will be too late.